"It's over." Yan Chuyang opened his eyes, feeling lost, "Why don't I feel anything?"
"Anyway, I kissed." After finishing speaking, Wei Qing turned to bury his head in the computer again, his fingers nimbly flying over the keyboard.
Yan Chuyang sighed, lying on the back of the sofa and whispering in his heart: "I knew it was stated in the contract that tongue kisses are required... . . . "
Wei Qing glanced at the time on the computer, frowned and said, "Go upstairs and go to bed, it's getting late."
"It's okay." Yan Chuyang took the phone and started to open the game interface, "I'll wait for you."
Wei Qing raised his eyebrows uncomfortably, "Don't wait for me, I'll be busy until late."
"How can I wait for you?" Yan Chuyang said casually, "Today is our first day of marriage, we agreed to sleep together."
Wei Qing froze again, this time the reluctance on his face was not even concealed.
Yan Chuyang was depressed, and after a moment of silence, he said: "Don't be so afraid, I'm just kidding, if you don't want to, I won't force you." He didn't want to push Wei Qing so hard.
Wei Qing breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you for understanding. I have been sleeping alone since I was a child, and I am really not used to two people."
"I see." Yan Chuyang stood up from the sofa and said without raising his head, "Then I'm going upstairs to sleep, if you need something to call me."
"Um."
Yan Chuyang went upstairs step by step, God knows how heavy each step is.
It seems that the road to pursue Wei Qing is a long way to go.
***
It was past nine o'clock when Yan Chuyang woke up, and Wei Qing had already left for work.
Because it was Saturday, he had no class, so he didn't think about going out, so he planned to stay here and get to know where Wei Qing lived.
As soon as he went downstairs, the nanny came up to greet him and said, "Mr. Yan, breakfast is ready. Mr. Wei said, I'm waiting for you to come down to eat."
Yan Chuyang touched his neck a little flattered and said: "Auntie, you should be busy with other things. I don't need to entertain. When I'm hungry, I'll go find something to eat by myself."
The nanny wiped her hands with her apron and said with a smile, "That's okay, you are Mr. Wei's guest, we dare not treat you slowly."
The servants in the villa didn't know about Yan Chuyang and Wei Qing's marriage. In other words, except for Wei Dongsheng and Zhuo Zhanheng, Wei Qing didn't tell anyone else about the marriage. Maybe he felt that such a thing was embarrassing Bar.
The word "guest" stuck in Yan Chuyang's heart, the boy forced a smile and said, "It's really not necessary, you should get off work first, and come back to work when Wei Qing comes back."
"That's okay."
"Really." Yan Chuyang took her away and said, "I will only feel uncomfortable if you stay here."
Hearing this, the nanny's expression changed and she said, "If that's the case, I'll get off work first, and I'll come back when Mr. Wei comes back."
"Yes, yes, yes." Yan Chuyang nodded again and again, "That's how it is."
"Hey, that's good." The nanny took off the apron and said, "Mr. Yan, I'll get off work first."
"Well, be careful on the road."
"good."
Yan Chuyang kept staring at the leaving back of the nanny until she disappeared behind the door, then suddenly turned and ran towards Wei Qing's bedroom.
It's been two days since they got married, and he hasn't seen Wei Qing's bed yet.
After opening the door, Chuyang froze.
This... this is too simple.
The carpet is black plush, the walls are pure white, the bedside table is white, there are no other colors in the room except black and white, and even the quilt is black and white checkered.
The sheets were arranged without any wrinkles, and the quilts were neatly folded like tofu cubes.
Yan Chuyang shook his head, plopped down on the bed, and thought to himself, "This is too clean."
After two brisk rolls on the bed, Yan Chuyang began to hug Wei Qing's pillow to make a plan for the day. He wanted to rest for a while, get up and eat, then draw cartoons, and then leave some time for Wei Qing to make dinner.
After making the plan, Yan Chuyang buried his face in the soft pillow and took a deep breath, thinking warmly, it's such a wonderful day to be so close to Wei Qing.
When Wei Qing came home from get off work at five o'clock, Yan Chuyang was sitting on the sofa, holding a drawing board and drawing with all his concentration.
"Are you back?" Hearing the sound of the door opening, Yan Chuyang turned his head excitedly and shouted.
"Hmm." Wei Qing casually asked while changing his slippers, "You didn't go to school today?"
Yan Chuyang turned his eyes back to the drawing board again, and said while drawing, "You forgot, today is Saturday, we have no classes for rest."
Wei Qing hummed and nodded, raised his hand to untie his tie, threw it on the sofa, and walked to the refrigerator to get some ice cream as usual.
But when I opened the refrigerator, I was stunned. Apart from a few bottles of drinks on the top floor, how could there be any ice cream
"Where's my ice cream?" Wei Qing turned his head and asked.
"Ah?" Yan Chuyang raised his head, stared blankly at the empty refrigerator compartment and said, "Oh, the ice cream in the refrigerator seems to be about to expire. I was afraid of wasting it, so I ate it."
"Eat it?" Wei Qing's eyebrows twitched, "That's a bucket, you ate it all?"
Yan Chuyang pursed her lips: "I love to eat when I don't have any inspiration for painting, but in the end, I ate it all before I knew it..."
Wei Qing ground his back molars: "You can save some for me."
Yan Chuyang blinked, suddenly picked up the leftover sip from his hand, stood up, ran to Wei Qing, handed it to him and said, "There is still a little leftover from my meal, you If you don't dislike..."
"I hate it." Wei Qing said coldly, "I won't eat it."
Yan Chuyang lowered his hand in injury, drooping his eyes and said: "Actually... I also did it for your own good. Eating too much ice cream is bad for your stomach. I also took a big risk and solved it for you."
Wei Qing almost laughed out of anger, "Then I have to thank you."
Yan Chuyang kicked the carpet: "That's not necessary."
Wei Qing said with a cold face, "Look up."
"What for?"
"look up!"
Yan Chuyang raised his chin reluctantly.
The man took out a wet wipe from his jacket pocket, wiped the ice cream on the corner of the boy's mouth, and said, "Pay attention to me, I just bought that sofa, rub it on for me and wait."